How to live on 24 hours a day

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HOW TO LIVE ON
24 HOURS A DAY

BY ARNOLD BENNETT

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HOW TO LIVE ON
24 HOURS A DAY

BY

ARNOLD BENNETT

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Copyright, 1910,

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CONTENTS

Page

Preface 7

I. The Daily Miracle 15

II. The Desire to Exceed One's Pro-
gramme 20

III. Precautions Before Beginning. . . 25

IV. The Cause of the Trouble .... 30
V. Tennis and the Immortal Soul . . 35

VI. Remember Human Nature .... 41

VII. Controlling the Mind 46

VIII. The Reflective Mood 51

IX. Interest in the Arts 56

X. Nothing in Life is Humdrum . . . 61

XI. Serious Reading 66

XII. Dangers to Avoid 71

PREFACE TO THIS EDITION

THIS preface, though placed at the be-
ginning, as a preface must be, should
be read at the end of the book.
I have received a large amount of correspond-
ence concerning this small work, and many re-
views of it — some of them nearly as long
as the book itself — have been printed. But
scarcely any of the comment has been adverse.
Some people have objected to a frivolity of
tone; but as the tone is not, in my opinion, at
all frivolous, this objection did not impress me;
and had no weightier reproach been put for-
ward I might almost have been persuaded that
the volume was flawless! A more serious stric-
ture has, however, been offered — not in the
press, but by sundry obviously sincere corre-
spondents— and I must deal with it. A refer-
ence to page 31 will show that I anticipated
and feared this disapprobation. The sentence
against which protests have been made is as

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follows : — "In the majority of instances he
[the typical man] does not precisely feel a pas-
sion for his business; at best he does not dis-
like it. He begins his business functions with
some reluctance, as late as he can, and he ends
them with joy, as early as he can. And his
engines, while he is engaged in his business,
are seldom at their full ' h.p.' "

I am assured, in accents of unmistakable sin-
cerity, that there are many business men — not
merely those in high positions or with fine
prospects, but modest subordinates with no
hope of ever being much better off — who do
enjoy their business functions, who do not shirk
them, who do not arrive at the office as late as
possible and depart as early as possible, who,
in a word, put the whole of their force into
their day's work and are genuinely fatigued at
the end thereof.

I am ready to believe it. I do believe it. I
know it. I always knew it. Both in London
and in the provinces it has been my lot to spend
long years in subordinate situations of business;/
and the fact did not escape me that a certain/
proportion of my peers showed what amounted
to an honest passion for their duties, and that

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PREFACE 9

while engaged in those duties they were really
Irving to the fullest extent of which they were
capable. But I remain convinced that these

fortunate and happy individuals (happier per-

t

haps than they guessed) did not and do not
constitute a majority, or anything like a ma-
jority. I remain convinced that the majority
of decent average conscientious men of busi-
ness (men with aspirations and ideals) do not
as a rule go home of a night genuinely tired.
I remain convinced that they put not as much
but as little of themselves as they conscien-
tiously can into the earning of a livelihood, and
that their vocation bores rather than interests
them.

Nevertheless, I admit that the minority is
of sufficient importance to merit attention, and
that I ought not to have ignored it so com-
pletely as I did do. The whole difficulty of
the hard-working minority was put in a single
colloquial sentence by one of my correspond-
ents. He wrote : " I am just as keen as any-
one on doing something to ' exceed my pro-
gramme/ but allow me to tell you that when I
get home at six thirty p.m. I am not anything
like so fresh as you seem to imagine."

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Now I must point out that the case of the
minority, who throw themselves with passion
and gusto into their daily business task, is in-
finitely less deplorable than the case of the
majority, who go half-heartedly and feebly
through their official day. The former are less
in need of advice "how to live." At any rate
during their official day of, say, eight hours
they are really alive; their engines are giving
the full indicated " h.p." The other eight work-
ing hours of their day may be badly organ-
ised, or even frittered away; but it is less dis-
astrous to waste eight hours a day than six-
teen hours a day; it is better to have lived a
bit than never to have lived at all. The real
tragedy is the tragedy of the man who is braced
to effort neither in the office nor out of it, and
to this man this book is primarily addressed.
" But," says the other and more fortunate man,
"although my ordinary programme is bigger
than his, I want to exceed my programme too!
I am living a bit; I want to live more. But I
really can't do another day's work on the top
of my official day."

The fact is, I, the author, ought to have fore-
seen that I should appeal most strongly to those

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who already had an interest in existence. It
is always the man who has tasted life who de-
mands more of it. And it is always the man
who never gets out of bed who is the most
difficult to rouse.

Well, you of the minority, let us assume that
the intensity of your daily money-getting will
not allow you to carry out quite all the sug-
gestions in the following pages. Some of the
suggestions may yet stand. I admit that you
may not be able to use the time spent on the
journey home at night; but the suggestion for
the journey to the office in the morning is as
practicable for you as for anybody. And that
weekly interval of forty hours, from Saturday
to Monday, is yours just as much as the other
man's, though a slight accumulation of fatigue
may prevent you from employing the whole of
your " h.p. " upon it. There remains, then, the
important portion of the three or more even-
ings a week. You tell me flatly that you are
too tired to do anything outside your pro-
gramme at night. In reply to which I tell you
flatly that if your ordinary day's work is thus
exhausting, then the balance of your life is
wrong and must be adjusted. A man's powers

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ought not to be monopolised by his ordinary
day's work. What, then, is to be done?

The obvious thing to do is to circumvent
your ardour for your ordinary day's work by
a ruse. Employ your engines in something be-
yond the programme before, and not after, you
employ them on the programme itself. Briefly,
get up earlier in the morning. You say you
cannot. You say it is impossible for you to
go earlier to bed of a night — to do so would
upset the entire household. I do not think it
is quite impossible to go to bed earlier at night.
I think that if you persist in rising earlier, and
the consequence is insufficiency of sleep, you
will soon find a way of going to bed earlier.
But my impression is that the consequence of
rising earlier will not be an insufficiency of
sleep. My impression, growing stronger every
year, is that sleep is partly a matter of habit
— and of slackness. I am convinced that most
people sleep as long as they do because they
are at a loss for any other diversion. How
much sleep do you think is daily obtained by
the powerful healthy man who daily rattles up
your street in charge of Carter Paterson's van?
I have consulted a doctor on this point. He

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is a doctor who for twenty-five years has had
a large general practice in a large flourishing
suburb of London, inhabited by exactly such
people as you and me. He is a curt man, and
his answer was curt:

" Most people sleep themselves stupid."

He went on to give his opinion that nine men
out of ten would have better health and more
fun out of life if they spent less time in bed.

Other doctors have confirmed this judgment,
which, of course, does not apply to growing
youths.

Rise an hour, an hour and a half, or even two
hours earlier; and — if you must — retire earlier
when you can. In the matter of exceeding pro-
grammes, you will accomplish as much in one
morning hour as in two evening hours. " But,"
you say, "I couldn't begin without some food,
and servants." Surely, my dear sir, in an age
when an excellent spirit-lamp (including a sauce-
pan) can be bought for less than a shilling, you
are not going to allow your highest welfare to
depend upon the precarious immediate co-opera-
tion of a fellow creature! Instruct the fellow
creature, whoever she may be, at night. Tell
her to put a tray in a suitable position over

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night. On that tray two biscuits, a cup and
saucer, a box of matches and a spirit-lamp; on
the lamp, the saucepan; on the saucepan, the
lid — but turned the wrong way up; on the re-
versed lid, the small teapot, containing a minute
quantity of tea leaves. You will then have to
strike a match — that is all. In three minutes
the water boils, and you pour it into the teapot
(which is already warm). In three more min-
utes the tea is infused. You can begin your
day while drinking it. These details may seem
trivial to the foolish, but to the thoughtful they
will not seem trivial. The proper, wise balanc-
ing of one's whole life may depend upon the
feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.

A. B.

I

THE DAILY MIRACLE

» he's one of those men that
know how to manage. Good situa-

tion. Regular income. Quite enough
for luxuries as well as needs. Not really ex-
travagant. And yet the fellow *s always in dif-
ficulties. Somehow he gets nothing out of his
money. Excellent flat — half empty ! Always
looks as if he'd had the brokers in. New
suit — old hat! Magnificent necktie — baggy
trousers! Asks you to dinner: cut glass — bad
mutton, or Turkish coffee — cracked cup! He
can't understand it. Explanation simply is that
he fritters his income away. Wish I had the
half of it ! I 'd show him — "

So we have most of us criticised, at one time
or another, in our superior way.

We are nearly all chancellors of the exchequer:
it is the pride of the moment. Newspapers are
full of articles explaining how to live on such-
and-such a sum, and these articles provoke a

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correspondence whose violence proves the in-
terest they excite. Recently, in a daily organ,
a battle raged round the question whether a
woman can exist nicely in the country on £85
a year. I have seen an essay, " How to live on
eight shillings a week." But I have never seen
an essay, " How to live on twenty-four hours
a day." Yet it has been said that time is money.
That proverb understates the case. Time is a
great deal more than money. If you have time
you can obtain money — usually. But though
you have the wealth of a cloak-room attendant
at the Carlton Hotel, you cannot buy yourself
a minute more time than I have, or the cat by
the fire has.

Philosophers have explained space. They have
not explained time. It is the inexplicable raw
material of everything. With it, all is possible;
without it, nothing. The supply of time is
truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely aston-
ishing when one examines it. You wake up in
the morning, and lo! your purse is magically
filled with twenty-four hours of the unmanufac-
tured tissue of the universe of your life! It is
yours. It is the most precious of possessions.
A highly singular commodity, showered upon

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you in a manner as singular as the commodity
itself!

For remark! No one can take it from you.
It is unstealable. And no one receives either
more or less than you receive.

Talk about an ideal democracy! In the realm
of time there is no aristocracy of wealth, and
no aristocracy of intellect. Genius is never re-
warded by even an extra hour a day. And
there is no punishment. Waste your infinitely
precious commodity as much as you will, and
the supply will never be withheld from you.
No mysterious power will say : — " This man is
a fool, if not a knave. He does not deserve
time; he shall be cut off at the meter." It is
more certain than consols, and payment of in-
come is not affected by Sundays. Moreover,
you cannot draw on the future. Impossible to
get into debt! You can only waste the passing
moment. You cannot waste to-morrow; it is
kept for you. You cannot waste the next hour;
it is kept for you.

I said the affair was a miracle. Is it not?

You have to live on this twenty-four hours of
daily time. Out of it you have to spin health,
pleasure, money, content, respect, and the evo-

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lution of your immortal soul. Its right use, its
most effective use, is a matter of the highest
urgency and of the most thrilling actuality. All
depends on that. Your happiness — the elusive
prize that you are all clutching for, my friends!
— depends on that. Strange that the news-
papers, so enterprising and up-to-date as they
are, are not full of " How to live on a given
income of time," instead of " How to live on a
given income of money"! Money is far com-
moner than time. When one reflects, one per-
ceives that money is just about the commonest
thing there is. It encumbers the earth in gross
heaps.

If one can't contrive to live on a certain in-
come of money, one earns a little more — or
steals it, or advertises for it. One does n't neces-
sarily muddle one's life because one can't quite
manage on a thousand pounds a year ; one braces
the muscles and makes it guineas, and balances
the budget. But if one cannot arrange that an
income of twenty-four hours a day shall exactly
cover all proper items of expenditure, one does
muddle one's life definitely. The supply of time,
though gloriously regular, is cruelly restricted.

Which of us lives on twenty-four hours a

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day? And when I say " lives," I do not mean

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exists, nor "muddles through." Which of us is
free from that uneasy feeling that the "great
spending departments" of his daily life are not
managed as they ought to be? Which of us is
quite sure that his fine suit is not surmounted
by a shameful hat, or that in attending to the
crockery he has forgotten the quality of the
food? Which of us is not saying to himself —
which of us has not been saying to himself all
his life: " I shall alter that when I have a little
more time"?

We never shall have any more time. We
have, and we have always had, all the time
there is. It is the realisation of this profound
and neglected truth (which, by the way, I have
not discovered) that has led me to the minute
practical examination of daily time-expenditure.

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II

THE DESIRE TO EXCEED ONE'S
PROGRAMME

"TT^^ UT," someone may remark, with fine
f"^ English disregard of everything ex-
•••^ cept the point, " what is he driving at
with his twenty-four hours a day? I have no
difficulty in living on twenty-four hours a day.
I do all that I want to do, and still find time
to go in for newspaper competitions. Surely
it is a simple affair, knowing that one has only
twenty-four hours a day, to content one's self
with twenty-four hours a day ! "

To you, my dear sir, I present my excuses
and apologies. You are precisely the man that
I have been wishing to meet for about forty
years. Will you kindly send me your name and
address, and state your charge for telling me
how you do it? Instead of me talking to you,
you ought to be talking to me. Please come
forward. That you exist, I am convinced, and
that I have not yet encountered you is my loss.

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Meanwhile, until you appear, I will continue to
chat with my companions in distress — that in-
numerable band of souls who are haunted, more
or less painfully, by the feeling that the years
slip by, and slip by, and slip by, and that they
have not yet been able to get their lives into
proper working order.

If we analyse that feeling, we shall perceive
it to be, primarily, one of uneasiness, of ex-
pectation, of looking forward, of aspiration. It
is a source of constant discomfort, for it be-
haves like a skeleton at the feast of all our
enjoyments. We go to the theatre and laugh;
but between the acts it raises a skinny finger
at us. We rush violently for the last train, and
while we are cooling a long age on the plat-
form waiting for the last train, it promenades
its bones up and down by our side and inquires:
" O man, what hast thou done with thy youth?
What art thou doing with thine age? " You
may urge that this feeling of continuous look-
ing forward, of aspiration, is part of life itself,
and inseparable from life itself. True!

But there are degrees. A man may desire to
go to Mecca. His conscience tells him that he
ought to go to Mecca. He fares forth, either

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by the aid of Cook's, or unassisted; he may
probably never reach Mecca; he may drown
before he gets to Port Said; he may perish
ingloriously on the coast of the Red Sea; his
desire may remain eternally frustrate. Unful-
filled aspiration may always trouble him. But
he will not be tormented in the same way as
the man who, desiring to reach Mecca, and
harried by the desire to reach Mecca, never
leaves Brixton.

It is something to have left Brixton. Most
of us have not left Brixton. We have not even
taken a cab to Ludgate Circus and inquired
from Cook's the price of a conducted tour.
And our excuse to ourselves is that there are
only twenty-four hours in the day.

If we further analyse our vague, uneasy aspira-
tion, we shall, I think, see that it springs from
a fixed idea that we ought to do something in
addition to those things which we are loyally
and morally obliged to do. We are obliged, by
various codes written and unwritten, to main-
tain ourselves and our families (if any) in health
and comfort, to pay our debts, to save, to in-
crease our prosperity by increasing our efficiency.
A task sufficiently difficult! A task which very

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few of us achieve! A task often beyond our
skill! Yet, if we succeed in it, as we sometimes
do, we are not satisfied; the skeleton is still
with us.

And even when we realise that the task is
beyond our skill, that our powers cannot cope
with it, we feel that we should be less discon-
tented if we gave to our powers, already over-
taxed, something still further to do.

And such is, indeed, the fact. The wish to
accomplish something outside their formal pro-
gramme is common to all men who in the
course of evolution have risen past a certain
level.

Until an effort is made to satisfy that wish, the
sense of uneasy waiting for something to start
which has not started will remain to disturb
the peace of the soul. That wish has been
called by many names. It is one form of the
universal desire for knowledge. And it is so
strong that men whose whole lives have been
given to the systematic acquirement of knowl-
edge have been driven by it to overstep the
limits of their programme in search of still more
knowledge. Even Herbert Spencer, in my opin-
ion the greatest mind that ever lived, was often

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forced by it into agreeable little backwaters of
inquiry.

I imagine that in the majority of people who
are conscious of the wish to live — that is to
say, people who have intellectual curiosity —
the aspiration to exceed formal programmes
takes a literary shape. They would like to em-
bark on a course of reading. Decidedly the
British people are becoming more and more
literary. But I would point out that literature
by no means comprises the whole field of
knowledge, and that the disturbing thirst to
improve one's self — to increase one's knowledge
— may well be slaked quite apart from litera-
ture. With the various ways of slaking I shall
deal later. Here I merely point out to those
who have no natural sympathy with literature
that literature is not the only well.

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III

PRECAUTIONS BEFORE
BEGINNING

NOW that I have succeeded (if succeeded
I have) in persuading you to admit
to yourself that you are constantly
haunted by a suppressed dissatisfaction with
your own arrangement of your daily life; and
that the primal cause of that inconvenient dis-
satisfaction is the feeling that you are every
day leaving undone something which you would
like to do, and which, indeed, you are always
hoping to do when you have " more time " ; and
now that I have drawn your attention to the
glaring, dazzling truth that you never will have
" more time," since you already have all the
time there is — you expect me to let you into
some wonderful secret by which you may at
any rate approach the ideal of a perfect arrange-
ment of the day, and by which, therefore, that
haunting, unpleasant, daily disappointment of
things left undone will be got rid of!

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I have found no such wonderful secret. Nor
do I expect to find it, nor do I expect that any-
one else will ever find it. It is undiscovered.
When you first began to gather my drift, per-
haps there was a resurrection of hope in your
breast. Perhaps you said to yourself, "This
man will show me an easy, unfatiguing way
of doing what I have so long in vain wished
to do." Alas, no! The fact is that there is
no easy way, no royal road. The path to
Mecca is extremely hard and stony, and the
worst of it is that you never quite get there
after all.

The most important preliminary to the task
of arranging one's life so that one may live fully
and comfortably within one's daily budget of
twenty-four hours is the calm realisation of the
extreme difficulty of the task, of the sacrifices
and the endless effort which it demands. I
cannot too strongly insist on this.

If you imagine that you will be able to achieve
your ideal by ingeniously planning out a time-
table with a pen on a piece of paper, you had
better give up hope at once. If you are not
prepared for discouragements and disillusions;
if you will not be content with a small result

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for a big effort, then do not begin. Lie down
again and resume the uneasy doze which you
call your existence.

It is very sad, is it not, very depressing and
sombre? And yet I think it is rather fine, too,
this necessity for the tense bracing of the will
before anything worth doing can be done. I
rather like it myself. I feel it to be the chief
thing that differentiates me from the cat by the
fire.

"Well," you say, "assume that I am braced
for the battle. Assume that I have carefully
weighed and comprehended your ponderous re-
marks; how do I begin?" Dear sir, you simply
begin. There is no magic method of beginning.
If a man standing on the edge of a swimming-
bath and wanting to jump into the cold water
should ask you, " How do I begin to jump? "
you would merely reply, " Just jump. Take hold
of your nerves, and jump."

As I have previously said, the chief beauty
about the constant supply of time is that you
cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the
next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoilt, as if you had never wasted
or misapplied a single moment in all your career.

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Which fact is very gratifying and reassuring.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you
choose. Therefore no object is served in wait-
ing till next week, or even until to-morrow.
You may fancy that the water will be warmer
next week. It won't. It will be colder.

But before you begin, let me murmur a few
words of warning in your private ear.

Let me principally warn you against your own
ardour. Ardour in well-doing is a misleading
and a treacherous thing. It cries out loudly for
employment; you can't satisfy it at first; it
wants more and more; it is eager to move
mountains and divert the course of rivers. It
isn't content till it perspires. And then, too
often, when it feels the perspiration on its brow,
it wearies all of a sudden and dies, without even
putting itself to the trouble of saying, "I've
had enough of this."

Beware of undertaking too much at the start.
Be content with quite a little. Allow for acci-
dents. Allow for human nature, especially your
own.

A failure or so, in itself, would not matter,
if it did not incur a loss of self-esteem and of
self-confidence. But just as nothing succeeds like

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success, so nothing fails like failure. Most peoplev
who are ruined are ruined by attempting too
much. Therefore, in setting out on the immense
enterprise of living fully and comfortably within
the narrow limits of twenty-four-Jiooirs a day,
let us avoid at any cost the risk of an early
failure. I will not agree that, in this business
at any rate, a glorious failure is better than a
petty success. I am all for the petty success.
A glorious failure leads to nothing; a petty
success may lead to a success that is not petty.
So let us begin to examine the budget of the
day's time. You say your day is already full
to overflowing. How? You actually spend in
earning your livelihood — how much? Seven
hours, on the average? And in actual sleep,
seven? I will add two hours, and be generous.
And I will defy you to account to me on the
spur of the moment for the other eight hours.

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IV
THE CAUSE OF THE TROUBLE

IN order to come to grips at once with the
question of time-expenditure in all its ac-
tuality, I must choose an individual case
for examination. I can only deal with one case,
and that case cannot be the average case, be-
cause there is no such case as the average case,
just as there is no such man as the average
man. Every man and every man's case is
special.

But if I take the case of a Londoner who
works in an office, whose office hours are from
ten to six, and who spends fifty minutes morn-
ing and night in travelling between his house
door and his office door, I shall have got as
near to the average as facts permit. There are
men who have to work longer for a living, but
there are others who do not have to work so
long.

Fortunately the financial side of existence does
not interest us here; for our present purpose

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the clerk at a pound a week is exactly as well
off as the millionaire in Carlton House-terrace.

Now the great and profound mistake which
my typical man makes in regard to his day is
a mistake of general attitude, a mistake which
vitiates and weakens two-thirds of his energies
and interests. In the majority of instances he
does not precisely feel a passion for his busi-
ness; at best he does not dislike it. He begins
his business functions with reluctance, as late as
he can, and he ends them with joy, as early
as he can. And his engines while he is engaged
in his business are seldom at their full " h.p." (I
know that I shall be accused by angry readers
of traducing the city worker; but I am pretty
thoroughly acquainted with the City, and I stick
to what I say.)

Yet in spite of all this he persists in looking
upon those hours from ten to six as "the day,"
to which the ten hours preceding them and the
six hours following them are nothing but a pro-
logue and an epilogue. Such an attitude, uncon-
scious though it be, of course kills his interest in
the odd sixteen hours, with the result that, even
if he does not waste them, he does not count
them; he regards them simply as margin.

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This general attitude is utterly illogical and
unhealthy, since it formally gives the central
prominence to a patch of time and a bunch of
activities which the man's one idea is to " get
through" and have "done with." If a man
makes two-thirds of his existence subservient
to one-third, for which admittedly he has no
absolutely feverish zest, how can he hope to live
fully and completely? He cannot.

If my typical man wishes to live fully and
completely he must, in his mind, arrange a day
within a day. And this inner day, a Chinese
box in a larger Chinese box, must begin at
6 p.m. and end at 10 a.m. It is a day of six-
teen hours; and during all these sixteen hours
he has nothing whatever to do but cultivate his
body and his soul and his fellow men. During
those sixteen hours he is free; he is not a wage-
earner; he is not preoccupied by monetary
cares; he is just as good as a man with a pri-
vate income. This must be his attitude. And
his attitude is all important. His success in life
(much more important than the amount of estate
upon what his executors will have to pay estate
duty) depends on it.

What? You say that full energy given to

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those sixteen hours will lessen the value of the
business eight? Not so. On the contrary, it
will assuredly increase the value of the business
eight. One of the chief things which my typi-
cal man has to learn is that the mental faculties
are capable of a continuous hard activity; they
do not tire like an arm or a leg. All they want
is change — not rest, except in sleep.

I shall now examine the typical man's cur-
rent method of employing the sixteen hours
that are entirely his, beginning with his upris-
ing. I will merely indicate things which he does
and which I think he ought not to do, post-
poning my suggestions for " planting " the times
which I shall have cleared — as a settler clears
spaces in a forest.

In justice to him I must say that he wastes
very little time before he leaves the house in
the morning at 9.10. In too many houses he
gets up at nine, breakfasts between 9.7 and 9.9^,
and then bolts. But immediately he bangs the
front door his mental faculties, which are tire-
less, become idle. He walks to the station in a
condition of mental coma. Arrived there, he
usually has to wait for the train. On hundreds
of suburban stations every morning you see men

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calmly strolling up and down platforms while
railway companies unblushingly rob them of
time, which is more than money. Hundreds of
thousands of hours are thus lost every day
simply because my typical man thinks so little
of time that it has never occurred to him to
take quite easy precautions against the risk of
its loss.

He has a solid coin of time to spend every day
— call it a sovereign. He must get change for
it, and in getting change he is content to lose
heavily.

Supposing that in selling him a ticket the com-
pany said, " We will change you a sovereign,
but we shall charge you three halfpence for doing
so," what would my typical man exclaim? Yet
that is the equivalent of what the company does
when it robs him of five minutes twice a day.

You say I am dealing with minutiae. I am.
And later on I will justify myself.

Now will you kindly buy your paper and step
into the train?

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TENNIS AND THE IMMORTAL
SOUL

YOU get into the morning train with
your newspaper, and you calmly and
majestically give yourself up to your
newspaper. You do not hurry. You know you
have at least half an hour of security in front
of you. As your glance lingers idly at the ad-
vertisements of shipping and of songs on the
outer pages, your air is the air of a leisured
man, wealthy in time, of a man from some planet
where there are a hundred and twenty-four hours
a day instead of twenty-four. I am an impas-
sioned reader of newspapers. I read five Eng-
lish and two French dailies, and the news-agents
alone know how many weeklies, regularly. I
am obliged to mention this personal fact lest
I should be accused of a prejudice against news-
papers when I say that I object to the reading
of newspapers in the morning train. News-

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papers are produced with rapidity, to be read
with rapidity. There is no place in my daily
programme for newspapers. I read them as I
may in odd moments. But I do read them. The
idea of devoting to them thirty or forty con-
secutive minutes of wonderful solitude (for no-
where can one more perfectly immerse one's
self in one's self than in a compartment full of
silent, withdrawn, smoking males) is to me re-
pugnant. I cannot possibly allow you to scat-
ter priceless pearls of time with such Oriental
lavishness. You are not the Shah of time. Let
me respectfully remind you that you have no
more time than I have. No newspaper reading
in trains! I have already " put by " about three-
quarters of an hour for use.

Now you reach your office. And I abandon
you there till six o'clock. I am aware that you
have nominally an hour (often in reality an
hour and a half) in the midst of the day, less
than half of which time is given to eating. But
I will leave you all that to spend as you choose.
You may read your newspapers then.

I meet you again as you emerge from your
office. You are pale and tired. At any rate,
your wife says you are pale, and you give her

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to understand that you are tired. During the
journey home you have been gradually working
up the tired feeling. The tired feeling hangs
heavy over the mighty suburbs of London like
a virtuous and melancholy cloud, particularly in
winter. You don't eat immediately on your
arrival home. But in about an hour or so you
feel as if you could sit up and take a little
nourishment. And you do. Then you smoke,
seriously ; you see friends ; you potter ; you play
cards; you flirt with a book; you note that old
age is creeping on; you take a stroll; you caress
the piano. . . . By Jove! a quarter past eleven.
Time to think about going to bed! You then
devote quite forty minutes to thinking about
going to bed; and it is conceivable that you are
acquainted with a genuinely good whisky. At
last you go to bed, exhausted by the day's work.
Six hours, probably more, have gone since you
left the office — gone like a dream, gone like
magic, unaccountably gone!

That is a fair sample case. But you say:
" It 's all very well for you to talk. A man is
tired. A man must see his friends. He can't
always be on the stretch." Just so. But when
you arrange to go to the theatre (especially

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with a pretty woman) what happens? You rush
to the suburbs; you spare no toil to make
yourself glorious in fine raiment; you rush back
to town in another train; you keep yourself
on the stretch for four hours, if not five; you
take her home; you take yourself home. You
don't spend three-quarters of an hour in " think-
ing about" going to bed. You go. Friends
and fatigue have equally been forgotten, and the
evening has seemed so exquisitely long (or per-
haps too short) ! And do you remember that
time when you were persuaded to sing in the
chorus of the amateur operatic society, and
slaved two hours every other night for three
months? Can you deny that when you have
something definite to look forward to at even-
tide, something that is to employ all your energy
— the thought of that something gives a glow
and a more intense vitality to the whole
day?

What I suggest is that at six o'clock you look
facts in the face and admit that you are not
tired (because you are not, you know), and that
you arrange your evening so that it is not cut
in the middle by a meal. By so doing you will
have a clear expanse of at least three hours.

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I do not suggest that you should employ three
hours every night of your life in using up your
mental energy. But I do suggest that you might,
for a commencement, employ an hour and a
half every other evening in some important and
consecutive cultivation of the mind. You will
still be left with three evenings for friends,
bridge, tennis, domestic scenes, odd reading,
pipes, gardening, pottering, and prize competi-
tions. You will still have the terrific wealth
of forty-four hours between 2 p.m. Saturday and
10 a.m. Monday. If you persevere you will soon
want to pass four evenings and perhaps five,
in some sustained endeavour to be genuinely
alive. And you will fall out of that habit of
muttering to yourself at 11.15 P-m; "Time to
be thinking about going to bed." The man who
begins to go to bed forty minutes before he
opens his bedroom door is bored; that is to
say, he is not living.

But remember, at the start, those ninety noc-
turnal minutes thrice a week must be the most
important minutes in the ten thousand and
eighty. They must be sacred, quite as sacred
as a dramatic rehearsal or a tennis match. In-
stead of saying, " Sorry I can't see you, old

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chap, but I have to run off to the tennis club,"
you must say, ". . . but I have to work." This,
I admit, is intensely difficult to say. Tennis
is so much more urgent than the immortal
soul.

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VI
REMEMBER HUMAN NATURE

I HAVE incidentally mentioned the vast ex-
panse of forty-four hours between leaving
business at 2 p.m. on Saturday and re-
turning to business at 10 a.m. on Monday. And
here I must touch on the point whether the
week should consist of six days or of seven.
For many years — in fact, until I was approach-
ing forty — my own week consisted of seven
days. I was constantly being informed by older
and wiser people that more work, more genuine
living, could be got out of six days than out
of seven.

And it is certainly true that now, with one
day in seven in which I follow no programme
and make no effort save what the caprice of the
moment dictates, I appreciate intensely the moral
value of a weekly rest. Nevertheless, had I my
life to arrange over again, I would do again
as I have done. Only those who have lived at
the full stretch seven days a week for a long

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time can appreciate the full beauty of a regular-
recurring idleness. Moreover, I am ageing. And
it is a question of age. In cases of abounding
youth and exceptional energy and desire for
effort I should say unhesitatingly: Keep going,
day in, day out.

But in the average case I should say: Con-
fine your formal programme (super-programme,
I mean) to six days a week. If you find your-
self wishing to extend it, extend it, but only in
proportion to your wish; and count the time
extra as a windfall, not as regular income, so
that you can return to a six-day programme
without the sensation of being poorer, of being
a backslider.

Let us now see where we stand. So far we
have marked for saving out of the waste of
days, half an hour at least on six mornings a
week, and one hour and a half on three even-
ings a week. Total, seven hours and a half a
week.

I propose to be content with that seven hours
and a half for the present. "What?" you cry.
" You pretend to show us how to live, and you
only deal with seven hours and 'a half out of
a hundred and sixty-eight! Are you going to

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perform a miracle with your seven hours and
a half? " Well, not to mince the matter, I am
— if you will kindly let me! That is to say,
I am going to ask you to attempt an experience
which, while perfectly natural and explicable,
has all the air of a miracle. My contention is
that the full use of those seven-and-a-half hours
will quicken the whole life of the week, add zest
to it, and increase the interest which you feel
in even the most banal occupations. You prac-
tise physical exercises for a mere ten minutes
morning and evening, and yet you are not as-
tonished when your physical health and strength
are beneficially affected every hour of the day,
and your whole physical outlook changed. Why <
should you be astonished that an average of
over an hour a day given to the mind should
permanently and completely enliven the whole
activity of the mind?

More time might assuredly be given to the
cultivation of one's self. And in proportion as
the time was longer the results would be greater.
But I prefer to begin with what looks like a
trifling effort.

It is not really a trifling effort, as those will
discover who have yet to essay it. To " clear "

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even seven hours and a half from the jungle is
passably difficult. For some sacrifice has to be
made. One may have spent one's time badly,
but one did spend it; one did do something
with it, however ill-advised that something may
have been. To do something else means a
change of habits.

And habits are the very dickens to change!
Further, any change, even a change for the
better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and
discomforts. If you imagine that you will be
able to devote seven hours and a half a week
to serious, continuous effort, and still live your
old life, you are mistaken. I repeat that some
sacrifice, and an immense deal of volition, will
be necessary. And it is because I know the
difficulty, it is because I know the almost dis-
astrous effect of failure in such an enterprise,
that I earnestly advise a very humble begin-
ning. You must safeguard your self-respect.
Self-respect is at the root of all purposeful-
ness, and a failure in an enterprise deliberately
planned deals a desperate wound at one's self-
respect. Hence I iterate and reiterate: Start
quietly, unostentatiously.

When you have conscientiously given seven

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hours aid a half a week to the cultivation of
your vitality for three months — then you may
begin to sing louder and tell yourself what won-
drous things you are capable of doing.

Before coming to the method of using the
indicated hours, I have one final suggestion to
make. That is, as regards the evenings, to allow
much more than an hour and a half in which
to do the work of an hour and a half. Re-
member the chance of accidents. Remember
human nature. And give yourself, say, from
9 to 11.30 for your task of ninety minutes.

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VII
CONTROLLING THE MIND

PEOPLE say: "One can't help one's
thoughts." But one can. The control
of the thinking machine is perfectly pos-
sible. And since nothing whatever happens to
us outside our own brain; since nothing hurts
us or gives us pleasure except within the brain,
the supreme importance of being able to con-
trol what goes on in that mysterious brain is
patent. This idea is one of the oldest platitudes,
but it is a platitude whose profound truth and
urgency most people live and die without realis-
ing. People complain of the lack of power to
concentrate, not witting that they may acquire
the power, if they choose.

And without the power to concentrate — that
is to say, without the power to dictate to the
brain its task and to ensure obedience — true
life is impossible. Mind control is the first ele-
ment of a full existence.

Hence, it seems to me, the first business of

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the day should be to put the mind through its
paces. You look after your body, inside and
out; you run grave danger in hacking hairs off
your skin; you employ a whole army of indi-
viduals, from the milkman to the pig-killer, to
enable you to bribe your stomach into decent
behaviour. Why not devote a little attention
to the far more delicate machinery of the mind,
especially as you will require no extraneous
aid? It is for this portion of the art and craft
of living that I have reserved the time from the
moment of quitting your door to the moment
of arriving at your office.

"What? I am to cultivate my mind in the
street, on the platform, in the train, and in
the crowded street again? " Precisely. Nothing
simpler! No tools required! Not even a book.
Nevertheless, the affair is not easy.

When you leave your house, concentrate your
mind on a subject (no matter what, to begin
with). You will not have gone ten yards be-
fore your mind has skipped away under your
very eyes and is larking round the corner with
another subject.

Bring it back by the scruff of the neck. Ere
you have reached the station you will have

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brought it back about forty times. Do not de-
spair. Continue. Keep it up. You will suc-
ceed. You cannot by any chance fail if you
persevere. It is idle to pretend that your mind
is incapable of concentration. Do you not re-
member that morning when you received a dis-
quieting letter which demanded a very carefully-
worded answer? How you kept your mind
steadily on the subject of the answer, without
a second's intermission, until you reached your
office; whereupon you instantly sat down and
wrote the answer? That was a case in which
yott were roused by circumstances to such a
degree of vitality that you were able to domi-
nate your mind like a tyrant. You would have
no trifling. You insisted that its work should
be done, and its work was done.

By the regular practice of concentration (as
to which there is no secret — save the secret of
perseverance) you can tyrannise over your mind
(which is not the highest part of you) every
hour of the day, and in no matter what place.
The exercise is a very convenient one. If you
got into your morning train with a pair of
dumb-bells for your muscles or an encyclopaedia
in ten volumes for your learning, you would

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probably excite remark. But as you walk in the
street, or sit in the corner of the compartment
behind a pipe, or "strap-hang" on the Subter-
ranean, who is to know that you are engaged
in the most important of daily acts? What
asinine boor can laugh at you?

I do not care what you concentrate on, so
long as you concentrate. It is the mere dis-
ciplining of the thinking machine that counts.
But still, you may as well kill two birds with
one stone, and concentrate on something useful.
I suggest — it is only a suggestion — a little
chapter of Marcus Aurelius or Epictetus.

Do not, I beg, shy at their names. For my-
self, I know nothing more " actual," more burst-
ing with plain common-sense, applicable to the
daily life of plain persons like you and me (who
hate airs, pose, and nonsense) than Marcus
Aurelius or Epictetus. Read a chapter — and
so short they are, the chapters ! — in the evening
and concentrate on it the next morning. You
will see.

Yes, my friend, it is useless for you to try
to disguise the fact. I can hear your brain like
a telephone at my ear. You are saying to your-
self : " This fellow was doing pretty well up to

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his seventh chapter. He had begun to interest
me faintly. But what he says about thinking
in trains, and concentration, and so on, is not
for me. It may be well enough for some folks,
but it isn't in my line."

It is for you, I passionately repeat; it is for
you. Indeed, you are the very man I am aim-
ing at.

Throw away the suggestion, and you throw
away the most precious suggestion that was ever
offered to you. It is not my suggestion. It is
the suggestion of the most sensible, practical,
hard-headed men that have walked the earth.
I only give it you at second-hand. Try it. Get
your mind in hand. And see how the process
cures half the evils of life — especially worry,
that miserable, avoidable, shameful disease —
worry!

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VIII
THE REFLECTIVE MOOD

THE exercise of concentrating the mind
(to which at least half an hour a day
should be given) is a mere preliminary,
like scales on the piano. Having acquired power
over that most unruly member of one's complex
organism, one has naturally to put it to the
yoke. Useless to possess an obedient mind un-
less one profits to the furthest possible degree
by its obedience. A prolonged primary course of
study is indicated.

Now as to what this course of study should
be there cannot be any question; there never
has been any question. All the sensible people
of all ages are agreed upon it. And it is not
literature, nor is it any other art, nor is it his-
tory, nor is it any science. It is the study of
one's self. Man, know thyself. These words
are so hackneyed that verily I blush to write
them. Yet they must be written, for they need
to be written. (I take back my blush, being

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ashamed of it.) Man, know thyself. I say it
out loud. The phrase is one of those phrases
with which everyone is familiar, of which every-
one acknowledges the value, and which only the
most sagacious put into practice. I don't know
why. I am entirely convinced that what is more
than anything else lacking in the life of the
average well-intentioned man of to-day is the
reflective mood.

We do not reflect. I mean that we do not re-
flect upon genuinely important things: upon the
problem of our happiness, upon the main direction
in which we are going, upon what life is giving
to us, upon the share which reason has (or has
not) in determining our actions, and upon the re-
lation between our principles and our conduct.

And yet you are in search of happiness, are
you not? Have you discovered it?

The chances are that you have not. The
chances are that you have already come to be-
lieve that happiness is unattainable. But men
have attained it. And they have attained it by
realising that happiness does not spring from
the procuring of physical or mental pleasure,
but from the development of reason and the ad-
justment of conduct to principles.

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I suppose that you will not have the audacity
to deny this. And if you admit it, and still
devote no part of your day to the deliberate
consideration of your reason, principles, and
conduct, you admit also that while striving for
a certain thing you are regularly leaving undone
the one act which is necessary to the attainment
of that thing.

Now, shall I blush, or will you?

Do not fear that I mean to thrust certain
principles upon your attention. I care not (in
this place) what your principles are. Your
principles may induce you to believe in the
righteousness of burglary. I don't mind. All
I urge is that a life in which conduct does not
fairly well accord with principles is a silly life;
and that conduct can only be made to accord
with principles by means of daily examination,
reflection, and resolution. What leads to the per-
manent sorrowfulness of burglars is that their
principles are contrary to burglary. If they
genuinely believed in the moral excellence of
burglary, penal servitude would simply mean so
many happy years for them; all martyrs are
happy, because their conduct and their princi-
ples agree.

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As for reason (which makes conduct, and if
not unconnected with the making of principles),
it plays a far smaller part in our lives than we
fancy. We are supposed to be reasonable; but
we are much more instinctive than reasonable.
And the less we reflect, the less reasonable we
shall be. The next time you get cross with the
waiter because your steak is over-cooked, ask
reason to step into the cabinet-room of your
mind, and consult her. She will probably tell
you that the waiter did not cook the steak, and
had no control over the cooking of the steak;
and that even if he alone was to blame, you
accomplished nothing good by getting cross;
you merely lost your dignity, looked a fool in
the eyes of sensible men, and soured the waiter,
while producing no effect whatever on the steak.

The result of this consultation with reason
(for which she makes no charge) will be that
when once more your steak is over-cooked you
will treat the waiter as a fellow-creature, remain
quite calm in a kindly spirit, and politely insist
on having a fresh steak. The gain will be ob-
vious and solid.

In the formation or modification of principles,
and the practice of conduct, much help can be

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derived from printed books (issued at sixpence
each and upwards). I mentioned in my last
chapter Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus. Certain
even more widely known works will occur at
once to the memory. I may also mention Pascal,
La Bruyere, and Emerson. For myself, you
do not catch me travelling without my Marcus
Aurelius. Yes, books, are valuable. But no
reading of books will take the place of a daily,
candid, honest examination of what one has
recently done, and what one is about to do —
of a steady looking at one's self in the face
(disconcerting though the sight may be).

When shall this important business be ac-
complished? The solitude of the evening jour-
ney home appears to me to be suitable for it.
A reflective mood naturally follows the exertion
of having earned the day's living. Of course if,
instead of attending to an elementary and pro-
foundly important duty, you prefer to read the
paper (which you might just as well read while
waiting for your dinner) I have nothing to say.
But attend to it at some time of the day you
must. I now come to the evening hours.

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IX

INTEREST IN THE ARTS

MANY people pursue a regular and
uninterrupted course of idleness in
the evenings because they think that
there is no alternative to idleness but the study
of literature; and they do not happen to have
a taste for literature. This is a great mistake.

Of course it is impossible, or at any rate
very difficult, properly to study anything what-
ever without the aid of printed books. But if
you desired to understand the deeper depths of
bridge or of boat-sailing you would not be de-
terred by your lack of interest in literature from
reading the best books on bridge or boat-sailing.
We must, therefore, distinguish between litera-
ture, and books treating of subjects not literary.
I shall come to literature in due course.

Let me now remark to those who have never
read Meredith, and who are capable of being
unmoved by a discussion as to whether Mr.
Stephen Phillips is or is not a true poet, that

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they are perfectly within their rights. It is not
a crime not to love literature. It is not a sign
of imbecility. The mandarins of literature will
order out to instant execution the unfortunate
individual who does not comprehend, say, the
influence of Wordsworth on Tennyson. But
that is only their impudence. Where would they
be, I wonder, if requested to explain the influ-
ences that went to make Tschaikowsky's "Pa-
thetic Symphony"?

There are enormous fields of knowledge quite
outside literature which will yield magnificent
results to cultivators. For example (since I have
just mentioned the most popular piece of high-
class music in England to-day), I am reminded
that the Promenade Concerts begin in August.
You go to them. You smoke your cigar or
cigarette (and I regret to say that you strike
your matches during the soft bars of the " Lo-
hengrin" overture), and you enjoy the music.
But you say you cannot play the piano or the
fiddle, or even the banjo; that you know noth-
ing of music.

What does that matter? That you have a
genuine taste for music is proved by the fact
that, in order to fill his hall with you and your

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peers, the conductor is obliged to provide pro-
grammes from which bad music is almost en-
tirely excluded (a change from the old Covent
Garden days!).

Now surely your inability to perform " The
Maiden's Prayer" on a piano need not prevent
you from making yourself familiar with the con-
struction of the orchestra to which you listen
a couple of nights a week during a couple of
months! As things are, you probably think of
the orchestra as a heterogeneous mass of in-
struments producing a confused agreeable mass
of sound. You do not listen for details because
you have never trained your ears to listen to
details.

If you were asked to name the instruments
which piay the great theme at the beginning of
the C minor symphony you could not name
them for your life's sake. Yet you admire the
C minor symphony. It has thrilled you. It will
thrill you again. You have even talked about
it, in an expansive mood, to that lady — you
know whom I mean. And all you can positively
state about the C minor symphony is that Bee-
thoven composed it and that it is a "jolly fine
thing."

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Now, if you have read, say, Mr. Krehbiel's
" How to Listen to Music " (which can be got
at any bookseller's for less than the price of a
stall at the Alhambra, and which contains photo-
graphs of all the orchestral instruments and
plans of the arrangement of orchestras) you
would next go to a promenade concert with an
astonishing intensification of interest in it. In-
stead of a confused mass, the orchestra would
appear to you as what it is — a marvellously
balanced organism whose various groups of
members each have a different and an indis-
pensable function. You would spy out the in-
struments, and listen for their respective sounds.
You would know the gulf that separates a
French horn from an English horn, and you
would perceive why a player of the hautboy
gets higher wages than a fiddler, though the
fiddle is the more difficult instrument. You
would Ifue at a promenade concert, whereas
previously you had merely existed there in a
state of beatific coma, like a baby gazing at a
bright object.

The foundations of a genuine, systematic
knowledge of music might be laid. You might
specialise your inquiries either on a particular

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form of music (such as the symphony), or on
the works of a particular composer. At the end
of a year of forty-eight weeks of three brief
evenings each, combined with a study of pro-
grammes and attendances at concerts chosen out
of your increasing knowledge, you would really
know something about music, even though you
were as far off as ever from jangling " The
Maiden's Prayer" on the piano.

" But I hate music ! " you say. My dear sir,
I respect you.

What applies to music applies to the other
arts. I might mention Mr. Clermont Witt's
" How to Look at Pictures," or Mr. Russell
Sturgis's " How to Judge Architecture," as be-
ginnings (merely beginnings) of systematic vital-
ising knowledge in other arts, the materials for
whose study abound in London.

" I hate all the arts ! " you say. My dear sir,
I respect you more and more.

I will deal with your case next, before com-
ing to literature.

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X

NOTHING IN LIFE IS HUMDRUM

A~T is a great thing. But it is not the
greatest. The most important of all
perceptions is the continual perception
of cause and effect — in other words, the per-
ception of the continuous development of the
universe — in still other words, the perception
of the course of evolution. When one has
thoroughly got imbued into one's head the lead-
ing truth that nothing happens without a cause,
one grows not only large-minded, but large-
hearted.

It is hard to have one's watch stolen, but
one reflects that the thief of the watch became
a thief from causes of heredity and environment
which are as interesting as they are scientific-
ally comprehensible; and one buys another
watch, if not with joy, at any rate with a phi-
losophy that makes bitterness impossible. One
loses, in the study of cause and effect, that
absurd air which so many people have of being

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always shocked and pained by the curiousness
of life. Such people live amid human nature
as if human nature were a foreign country full
of awful foreign customs. But, having reached
maturity, one ought surely to be ashamed of
being a stranger in a strange land!

The study of cause and effect, while it lessens
the painfulness of life, adds to life's picturesque-
ness. The man to whom evolution is but a
name looks at the sea as a grandiose, monoto-
nous spectacle, which he can witness in August
for three shillings third-class return. The man
who is imbued with the idea of development,
of continuous cause and effect, perceives in the
sea an element which in the day-before-yesterday
of geology was vapour, which yesterday was
boiling, and which to-morrow will inevitably be
ice.

He perceives that a liquid is merely something
on its way to be solid, and he is penetrated by
a sense of the tremendous, changeful picturesque-
ness of life. Nothing will afford a more dur-
able satisfaction than the constantly cultivated
appreciation of this. It is the end of all science.

Cause and effect are to be found everywhere.
Rents went up in Shepherd's Bush. It was

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painful and shocking that rents should go up in
Shepherd's Bush. But to a certain point we are
all scientific students of cause and effect, and
there was not a clerk lunching at a Lyons
Restaurant who did not scientifically put two
and two together and see in the (once) Two-
penny Tube the cause of an excessive demand
for wigwams in Shepherd's Bush, and in the
excessive demand for wigwams the cause of the
increase in the price of wigwams.
" Simple ! " you say, disdainfully. Everything

— the whole complex movement of the universe

— is as simple as that — when you can suffi-
ciently put two and two together. And, my dear
sir, perhaps you happen to be an estate agent's
clerk, and you hate the arts, and you want to
foster your immortal soul, and you can't be
interested in your business because it's so
humdrum.

Nothing is humdrum.

The tremendous, changeful picturesqueness of
life is marvellously shown in an estate agent's
office. What! There was a block of traffic in
Oxford Street; to avoid the block people actu-
ally began to travel under the cellars and drains,
and the result was a rise of rents in Shepherd's

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Bush! And you say that isn't picturesque!
Suppose you were to study, in this spirit, the
property question in London for an hour and
a half every other evening. Would it not give
zest to your business, and transform your whole
life?

You would arrive at more difficult problems.
And you would be able to tell us why, as the
natural result of cause and effect, the longest
straight street in London is about a yard and
a half in length, while the longest absolutely
straight street in Paris extends for miles. I
think you will admit that in an estate agent's
clerk I have not chosen an example that specially
favours my theories.

You are a bank clerk, and you have not read
that breathless romance (disguised as a scientific
study), Walter Bagehot's "Lombard Street"?
Ah, my dear sir, if you had begun with that,
and followed it up for ninety minutes every
other evening, how enthralling your business
would be to you, and how much more clearly
you would understand human nature.

You are "penned in town," but you love ex-
cursions to the country and the observation of
wild life — certainly a heart-enlarging diversion.

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Why don't you walk out of your house door, in
your slippers, to the nearest gas lamp of a night
with a butterfly net, and observe the wild life
of common and rare moths that is beating about
it, and co-ordinate the knowledge thus obtained
and build a superstructure on it, and at last get
to know something about something?

You need not be devoted to the arts, nor to
literature, in order to live fully.

The whole field of daily habit and scene is
waiting to satisfy that curiosity which means
life, and the satisfaction of which means an
understanding heart.

I promised to deal with your case, O man
who hates art and literature, and I have dealt
with it. I now come to the case of the person,
happily very common, who does " like reading."

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XI

SERIOUS READING

NOVELS are excluded from "serious
reading," so that the man who, bent
on self-improvement, has been decid-
ing to devote ninety minutes three times a week
to a complete study of the works of Charles
Dickens will be well advised to alter his plans.
The reason is not that novels are not serious —
some of the greatest literature of the world is
in the form of prose fiction — the reason is that
bad novels ought not to be read, and that good
novels never demand any appreciable mental
application on the part of the reader. It is
only the bad parts of Meredith's novels that are
difficult. A good novel rushes you forward like
a skiff down a stream, and you arrive at the end,
perhaps breathless, but unexhausted. The best
novels involve the least strain. Now in the
cultivation of the mind one of the most im-
portant factors is precisely the feeling of strain,
of difficulty, of a task which one part of you

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is anxious to achieve and another part of you
is anxious to shirk; and that feeling cannot be
got in facing a novel. You do not set your
teeth in order to read " Anna Karenina." There-
fore, though you should read novels, you should
not read them in those ninety minutes.

Imaginative poetry produces a far greater
mental strain than novels. It produces prob-
ably the severest strain of any form of litera-
ture. It is the highest form of literature. It
yields the highest form of pleasure, and teaches
the highest form of wisdom. In a word, there
is nothing to compare with it. I say this with
sad consciousness of the fact that the majority
of people do not read poetry.

I am persuaded that many excellent persons,
if they were confronted with the alternatives of
reading " Paradise Lost " and going round Tra-
falgar Square at noonday on their knees in sack-
cloth, would choose the ordeal of public ridicule.
Still, I will never cease advising my friends
and enemies to read poetry before anything.

If poetry is what is called "a sealed book"
to you, begin by reading Hazlitt's famous essay
on the nature of "poetry in general." It is the
best thing of its kind in English, and no one

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who has read it can possibly be under the mis-
apprehension that poetry is a mediaeval torture,
or a mad elephant, or a gun that will go off by
itself and kill at forty paces. Indeed, it is dif-
ficult to imagine the mental state of the man
who, after reading Hazlitt's essay, is not ur-
gently desirous of reading some poetry before
his next meal. If the essay so inspires you I
would suggest that you make a commencement
with purely narrative poetry.

There is an infinitely finer English novel, writ-
ten by a woman, than anything by George Eliot
or the Bronte's, or even Jane Austen, which
perhaps you have not read. Its title is " Aurora
Leigh," and its author E. B. Browning. It
happens to be written in verse, and to contain
a considerable amount of genuinely fine poetry.
Decide to read that book through, even if you
die for it. Forget that it is fine poetry. Read
it simply for the story and the social ideas. And
when you have done, ask yourself honestly
whether you still dislike poetry. I have known
more than one person to whom " Aurora Leigh "
has been the means of proving that in assuming
they hated poetry they were entirely mistaken.

Of course, if, after Hazlitt, and such an ex-

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periment made in the light of Hazlitt, you are
finally assured that there is something in you
which is antagonistic to poetry, you must be
content with history or philosophy. I shall re-
gret it, yet not inconsolably. " The Decline and
Fall " is not to be named in the same day with
" Paradise Lost," but it is a vastly pretty thing ;
and Herbert Spencer's " First Principles " simply
laughs at the claims of poetry, and refuses to
be accepted as aught but the most majestic
product of any human mind. I do not suggest
that either of these works is suitable for a tyro
in mental strains. But I see no reason why
any man of average intelligence should not,
after a year of continuous reading, be fit to
assault the supreme masterpieces of history or
philosophy. The great convenience of master-
pieces is that they are so astonishingly lucid.

I suggest no particular work as a start. The
attempt would be futile in the space at my
command. But I have two general suggestions
of a certain importance. The first is to define
the direction and scope of your efforts. Choose
a limited period, or a limited subject, or a single
author. Say to yourself: "I will know some-
thing about the French Revolution, or the rise

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of railways, or the works of John Keats." And
during a given period, to be settled beforehand,
confine yourself to your choice. There is much
pleasure to be derived from being a specialist.

The second suggestion is to think as well as
to read. I know people who read and read, and
for all the good it does them they might just
as well cut bread-and-butter. They take to
reading as better men take to drink. They fly
through the shires of literature on a motor-car,
their sole object being motion. They will tell
you how many books they have read in a year.

Unless you give at least forty-five minutes to
careful, fatiguing reflection (it is an awful bore
at first) .upon what you are reading, your ninety
minutes of a night are chiefly wasted. This
means that your pace will be slow.

Never mind.

Forget the goal; think only of the surround-
ing country; and after a period, perhaps when
you least expect it, you will suddenly find your-
self in a lovely town on a hill.

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XII
DANGERS TO AVOID

I CANNOT terminate these hints, often, I
fear, too didactic and abrupt, upon the
full use of one's time to the great end of
living (as distinguished from vegetating) with-
out briefly referring to certain dangers which
lie in wait for the sincere aspirant towards life.
The first is the terrible danger of becoming that
most odious and least supportable of persons —
a prig. Now a prig is a pert fellow who gives
himself airs of superior wisdom. A prig is a
pompous fool who has gone out for a ceremonial
walk, and without knowing it has lost an im-
portant part of his attire, namely, his sense of
humour. A prig is a tedious individual who,
having made a discovery, is so impressed by his
discovery that he is capable of being gravely
displeased because the entire world is not also
impressed by it. Unconsciously to become a
prig is an easy and a fatal thing.

Hence, when one sets forth on the enterprise

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of using all one's time, it is just as well to re-
member that one's own time, and not other
people's time, is the material with which one
has to deal; that the earth rolled on pretty
comfortably before one began to balance a bud-
get of the hours, and that it will continue to
roll on pretty comfortably whether or not one
succeeds in one's new role of chancellor of the
exchequer of time. It is as well not to chatter
too much about what one is doing, and not to
betray a too-pained sadness at the spectacle of
a whole world deliberately wasting so many
hours out of every day, and therefore never
really living. It will be found, ultimately, that
in taking care of one's self one has quite all
one can do.

Another danger is the danger of being tied
to a programme like a slave to a chariot. One's
programme must not be allowed to run away
with one. It must be respected, but it must
not be worshipped as a fetish. A programme of
daily employ is not a religion.

This seems obvious. Yet I know men whose
lives are a burden to themselves and a distress-
ing burden to their relatives and friends simply
because they have failed to appreciate the ob-

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vious. "Oh, no," I have heard the martyred
wife exclaim, " Arthur always takes the dog out
for exercise at eight o'clock and he always begins
to read at a quarter to nine. So it 's quite out
of the question that we should . . ." etc. etc.
And the note of absolute finality in that plain-
tive voice reveals the unsuspected and ridiculous
tragedy of a career.

On the other hand, a programme is a pro-
gramme. And unless it is treated with defer-
ence it ceases to be anything but a poor joke.
To treat one's programme with exactly the right
amount of deference, to live with not too much
and not too little elasticity, is scarcely the simple
affair it may appear to the inexperienced.

And still another danger is the danger of de-
veloping a policy of rush, of being gradually
more and more obsessed by what one has to
do next. In this way one may come to exist
as in a prison, and one's life may cease to be
one's own. One may take the dog out for a
walk at eight o'clock, and meditate the whole
time on the fact that one must begin to read
at a quarter to nine, and that one must not be
late.

And the occasional deliberate breaking of one's

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programme will not help to mend matters. The
evil springs not from persisting without elas-
ticity in what one has attempted, but from
originally attempting too much, from filling
one's programme till it runs over. The only
cure is to reconstitute the programme, and to
attempt less.

But the appetite for knowledge grows by
what it feeds on, and there are men who come
to like a constant breathless hurry of endeavour.
Of them it may be said that a constant breath-
less hurry is better than an eternal doze.

In any case, if the programme exhibits a ten-
dency to be oppressive, and yet one wishes not
to modify it, an excellent palliative is to pass
with exaggerated deliberation from one portion
of it to another; for example, to spend five
minutes in perfect mental quiescence between
chaining up the St. Bernard and opening the
book ; in other words, to waste five minutes with
the entire consciousness of wasting them.

The last, and chiefest danger which I would
indicate, is one to which I have already referred
— the risk of a failure at the commencement of
the enterprise.

I must insist on it.

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A failure at the commencement may easily
kill outright the newborn impulse towards a
complete vitality, and therefore every precau-
tion should be observed to avoid it. The impulse
must not be over-taxed. Let the pace of the
first lap be even absurdly slow, but let it be as
regular as possible.

And, having once decided to achieve a cer-
tain task, achieve it at all costs of tedium and
distaste. The gain in self-confidence of having
accomplished a tiresome labour is immense.

Finally, in choosing the first occupations of
those evening hours, be guided by nothing what-
ever but your taste and natural inclination.

It is a fine thing to be a walking encyclo-
paedia of philosophy, but if you happen to have
no liking for philosophy, and to have a liking
for the natural history of street-cries, much
better leave philosophy alone, and take to
street-cries.

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